My Blue Bird

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My Blue Bird

My Blue Bird
The Unread Script
Words from Blue Silence
A Stalk, a Saucer, a Bird
Simple Afternoon
Letters of Blood
The Bird… The Bird…

I created words from blue silence
and created You from words
led You through youth, through all our life
to gather the crumbs, one by one,
into which we disintegrated.
Now lying in the roots
of the new age
you gaze at me
and put out, one by one,
the stars in my eyes.
Thus, starless, I enter a place
of holy sleeplessness,
a place of ghastly cold.

O, poetry, a girl tasting of eternity.

2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments